When I go to work, I wear the exact same thing every day: khaki pants and a black top. Uniforms aren’t that bad.
Tag: Postaday
A Stupid Coconut Riddle
A monkey and a gorilla tried to steal bananas from the coconut tree. Which one got them?
Neither! Coconut trees don’t grow bananas!

Bird of Paradise
There once was a Bird-of-Paradise
Its purple-orange-yellow was very nice
It wasn’t a bird
Which was kind of absurd
But you might catch a birdwatcher looking twice

Fern and Okapi
May challenge — I’ll try art. I need to combine Days One and Two.

Mixed media. The okapi was awful so I cropped it.
Done!
Well, I finished my A-to-Z —
I’d say that’s a victory!
Limericks, collages —
(Such kitschy montages)
Thank you for helping me!
Really — THANK YOU!
Finish My Limerick – Z
There once was a woman named Zephide
Who was trying hard to decide
Which one’s best of all –
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall?
Finish My Limerick – Y
There once was a snail named Yoda
Whose slime was a written code(ah)
“In the goo, my words are —
Crunch me not, oh large car”
YES! The finish line is in sight!
I feel like I’ve been running a marathon.
Or maybe a biathlon.
Or triathlon.
The multi-event races are probably a better depiction of my month of April.
So. Many. Things.
I chose to participate in the A-to-Z Challenge — which involved posting through the month of April using a different letter of the alphabet for each day. April 1 was A. Today, April 29 is Y. For the challenge, I chose to write four lines of a limerick and ask my readers to finish the limerick.
Like an idiot, I thought, I’ll collage every day, too. A collage to go with each unfinished limerick I post.
Each collage takes time.
And they started to feel forced.
For me, art needs to kind of happen.
When I sit down to intentionally create something, it generally looks like crap. BUT, when I sit down and start to play with the various images I’ve already cut out, something different happens. I suppose, it could still look like crap, but the process is definitely more satisfying.
Take my superglued tiara princess of yesterday. Here’s the process of how she came to be:
- The letter X. I searched for names that begin with X. When I saw Xaviera, I thought of a tiara. That was the seed.
- I looked through what I had with princesses and tiaras, but all those darn tiaras were sitting firmly entrenched on the princesses’ heads —
- SUPER GLUE! — Actually, I thought of Ramona Quimby making a crown for herself out of burdocks. I remember reading that to my kids and KNOWING that had I thought of that at age 8, I would most certainly have done it.
- From there, I went to the idea of princess whose crown kept slipping, and like Ramona, didn’t think through the consequences of her solution.
- Where would the princess be after that? I suppose she would have gone to see the royal physician to get it removed. I found a picture that I could use as background for a doctor’s office.
- I labeled the blank tube “Super Glue.” Sure she would have brought the tube with her to show the doctor.
- I labeled the book Stupid Things We Do. I wanted to write Stupid Things People Do but didn’t have enough space. Surely the royal physician would have had to pull out a book like that for a reference before he tackled the problem at hand.
Today’s limerick proved to be a problem because once I settle on Yoda, I wanted to use Yoda-speak, but my mind couldn’t twist the words around appropriately. I felt like I was in a yoga class with pretzel people.
So anyway — this month I had those two things going on — limericks and collages — and then life kept happening, too.
Work — busy, busy, busy.
Church — must write the minutes to a meeting that happened two weeks ago!
Taxes were in the middle of the month — yes, I procrastinated.
The grass is growing — must figure out my mowing dilemma.
Life keeps chugging along.
The good news is that two things will finish up tomorrow — limericks and collages.
This blather has been brought to you by Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
Finish My Limerick – X
There once was a princess, Xaviera,
Who Super Glued her tiara
Onto her head
So the queen* said,
*you may substitute any royalty
Finish My Limerick – W
There once was a friar named Willem
Who sat on some wild zanthoxylum*
“You @#!$%#!,” he thundered
So the other monks wondered
- prickly ash
Finish My Limerick – V
There once was a girl named Vicky
Whose bread dough tasted quite icky
She rolled it and baked it.
“Delicious!” she faked it –









